#gin weasley

[tomjamesavery]

Happy April First! As an avid Garry... I mean Hinny shipper, I couldn't let this day pass without doing something "special" for it 😉 Read on: AO3 Written for the Ginnyversary Bingo Challenge with the Prompt: #B13 — "As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump" A Poem in his Letters Gin felt winded, after four hours of Transfiguration, two hours of Defence against the Dark Arts, and two even more dreadful hours of Potions with Snape, he just wanted to lay down and not speak to anyone except the good book about 18th-century Quidditch he had gotten from the oldest of his six sisters, last Christmas.

He stumbled into his dorm room, lazily hurling his bag towards the side of his four-poster, before-, and with a loud thump, -he promptly fell into it, face first, relishing in the softness of his mattress.

It was Valentine's Day, yet he didn’t feel like going or looking for a date, no one of his year had caught his interest in the slightest, he and his best mate Lunar had gone over all the girls in their year, but Gin just wasn’t interested in any of them. Not with her around anyway.

He closed his eyes and saw the long jet-black hair, the emerald green orbs contrasting so beautifully with her pale milky skin…

No, he groaned to himself as he ruffled through his hair, she didn’t see him as anything but her best friend’s younger brother. He used to be so awkward around her when they were younger, doing things like accidentally putting his hand in the yogurt bowl.  He physically cringed as he remembered all the awkward moments between them.

Yet he couldn’t but notice that things between them had changed recently, it felt like she had been distancing herself from him a bit, excusing herself when he joined the trio-, his older sister Ronnie her best mate Hermion, and of course Herry, -in the library.

Gin had no idea why Herry started being so avoiding towards him, but with Umbridge at the school-, who seemed to target Herry especially, -he couldn’t blame her for being more on edge than usual, which meant something.

But enough with the pining after his sister’s best friend he thought, as he pulled himself onto his bum, now sitting on his bed he spotted the little pile of letters on his bedside table, eyeing them curiously.

He spotted his mum’s familiar handwriting on the top one, as he grabbed the whole stack, only skimming over the ones his family had sent him for now. Putting the one addressed by Frida and Georgina Weasley a bit further away, just for safety reasons. He would read them all in peace later.

 As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump. The paper was red and there were little black heart stickers on it. A love letter? It couldn’t be, no one would send the scrawny ginger boy with the many freckles a lover letter, it must be one of Frida and Georgina’s pranks he thought.

He gently brushed his fingers over the envelope before he turned it around and his heart started beating even faster. On it, it read: From H, to G His mind started racing and he went over all the names beginning with H that he knew, but only one of them kept popping up again and again.

Shakily he opened the neat-looking envelope, careful not the damage it in the process. He unpacked it and pulled out a tiny folded piece of parchment, it smelt like Broom Polish and Hyacinth, somehow feeling so familiar to him, yet he couldn’t pinpoint from where.

He put down the envelope, now tightly clutching the little folded letter in his hand.  Gin closed his eyes for a second before he opened it, slowly and carefully. He swallowed as he took in the neatly written lines on it. As he read them out loud.

Eyes so brown in that chocolatey frown, hidden behind a bright gingery crown, he is so funny and sweet, I blush when we meet, in his freckly gown, makes my heart skip a beat…

Gin felt his cheeks heat up rapidly, and his mouth felt dry as his world was slowly turning upside down. He shakily put the letter away, trying to not lose his balance as he only muttered one word- “-Herry…”

[babooshkart]

“are you packing, daddy?”

art for collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart by @lqtraintracks 💕 happy birthday, babe

[angstdelights]

Ginny Weasley, who has spent years as a psychiatric patient in St. Mungo's Hospital after the trauma of Tom Riddle's possession. Haunted by the shadowy whispers of a past that refuses to release its grip. The lines between reality and illusion blur as Ginny battles the lingering influence of Tom Riddle, questioning whether she is truly free or if he still resides within her, manipulating her thoughts and emotions. Memories of the diary consume her, turning each day into a struggle against the seductive pull of the darkness he left behind. Ginny's internal conflict reflects the tragic beauty of a lost soul, torn between the life she could have had and the one she now endures, trapped in the maze of her own mind.

[july-sunset]

I made a little art: neural network + photoshop

[whinlatter]

hope (harry/ginny) | a microfic

for @hinnymicrofic day 14 | prompt: hope (slightly nsfw!)

They lug their trunks across the Burrow’s yard in sweaty, stony silence. ‘Beautiful evening,’ her mother remarks, as her children clamber back over the threshold of the rickety old house. ‘I do hope we get more of this lovely sunshine.’ 

Stupid thing to say, she thinks, stupid thing to hope for. There's a wishbone out drying on the kitchen window sill. Wonders if her mother plans to waste it wishing for more good weather in the middle of a war.

Dinner is shepherd’s pie - her old favourite, a Molly classic, and yet it tastes like dust, like ash, like nothing. ‘I know you’ve had a tricky time, dear,’ her mother says gently. She stiffens, glares at Ron, traitor, but then - ‘what with your exams being cancelled - and right when you’d done all that work -’ so she's safe, then, goes back to moving mash potato around her plate. ‘Made of real shepherds,’ her dad says, weak smile, trying his best. She gulps down her mouthful and excuses herself, slams the bedroom door shut, finds she's shaking.

Lying on her back on her bed, staring at the sunset’s stains on the ceiling, the only sound the late summer birdsong out of the open window. Quiet, too quiet, for a house this full. Downstairs, the kitchen’s all whispers. Every now and then she hears an unfamiliar footstep creak on the landing, strangers on the staircase. Headquarters, now. The war’s come home, and it’s using their loo.

She’d got her hopes up, that's the thing. First mistake, stupid. He’d been telling the story of Ron’s camp-bed collapsing in on him that time, lying back on his elbows under their tree with his hair ragged, handsome. She’d laughed, see, and said well, maybe this summer we’ll spare you the indignity of the campbed and being dense, he’d said well Fred and George’s room was nice if you don’t mind the smell of soot. She’d rolled her eyes, said Potter can you really not notice when a girl’s trying to get you into her bed. He’d gone red, then, stammered a bit, but it was all over his face: the wonder, the want. Your mum will go ballistic, he’d muttered, but he’d said will not would, and his hand had toyed with her hip, fingertips trailed her thigh. He’d wanted it too. He’d thought they’d have it, thought they'd get the summer, at least. 

We could’ve had ages, he’d said. Months, years, maybe. Stupid, stupidest thing, hope. No use for it.

It’d have been cramped. He’d have had to sneak down from Ron’s room, under the cloak. She’d have shown him her Harpies poster, now this is what a proper team looks like, Potter, worn her nice pyjamas, the ones with the shorts, asked him to take them off. Cleared a space for his glasses on the bedside table. He'd have slept on the right, nearest the door, ever on guard, and stroked her cheek with his knuckles, looked at her that way, like she’s precious. It would have been like that time they’d fallen asleep under their tree, heads together - the time she’d slipped up, let herself imagine it: two bodies in a bed in a house with a garden, laughter, little people running around who’d look a bit like them both. 

Stupid, stupid thing. Grips the bedspread in both fists, banishes it: all of it, all the hope. File away that future, bury it. Kill your darlings, push them out to sea.

Knock at the door. Ron, with two cups of tea and a half-empty box of Caramel Kappas. ‘Thought you might want some company,’ he mutters, sheepish, sitting on the bed. She sighs, no fight in her, and so brother and sister sit, sipping, in birdsonged silence. 

‘How are you doing?’ he asks. She means to snap - how do you think I’m doing - but takes one look at him and finds she’s fresh out of spite. ‘You’re going away with him, aren’t you?’ she says, instead. Ron nods, and it’s awful, all ache, terrible, gaping grief, all this filling in the blanks of everything that she’s losing. 

‘I just hoped,’ she says, eventually, eyes on her knees, ‘we’d have more time. I know - I know it was stupid.’

That’s all of it, really, isn’t it: her great failing, uttered aloud. Crumples, then, beside her big brother, and cries, heaping earth on all the hope as they lower it into the grave. Stupid thing, useless thing.

She thinks about the wishbone downstairs on the window sill. Thinks how stupid, how stupid it is, for something to die, and someone to make wishes out of its bones.

A/N: did not intend to write this, blame @brightlybound for this one - turns out gentle demands for a ginny's pov companion piece to yesterday’s fic will absolutely work on me, also Twenty-Two Days remains the h/g dual pov love story of all time for me so wanted to do a tribute. enjoy/sorry! back to regular writing now i swear!

now up on AO3 here | ask me anything

[mauveberries]

silly hogwarts era timeline mashup fic idea that’s been bugging me is tom dating ginny at hogwarts.

when harry catches wind of this, he becomes suuper jealous because he likes ginny, right?

so, eventually, tom and ginny have a massive fight and they breakup. naturally, when harry hears of this, he becomes ecstatic, and as per canon, the hinny kiss scene happens after a successful quidditch game, and just like how in canon, the first person he looks at is dean, ginny’s ex, now, the first person he looks at is tom, again, who’s ginny’s ex. tom looks unbothered, but harry, for some reason, knows that tom is furious, from the line of his jaw to the vein throbbing in his temple and the curl of his lips and—

anyway, the ‘monster in his chest’ (ew) is triumphant and he thinks he’s finally happy now that he’s won ginny over. which is why, literally less than two weeks later, when tom riddle gets a new girlfriend, he doesn’t understand why he feels nauseous and his stomach feels weird and he has the urge to punch someone, because he’s supposed to be happy with ginny—

long story short, 3 years later, when harry finally realises it hadn’t been ginny he’d been pining after, tom is already gone.

[inkseduced]

[tippilo]

She Will Lie is COMPLETE at 4 chapters and about 19k words! Amazing cover art by: ADA

Ginny Weasley found his diary during her first year at Hogwarts. Years passed and she never told anyone.

“You’re going to ruin me...” His mouth curved upward against her cheek, “Yes—does that scare you?” “It should.” “You’re right. It should terrify you.”

Read HERE

[trulygreatfanfiction]

[HARRY POTTER]

Calligraphy

I am more than mere memories.

There is a world within me, a fraction of a soul, a mind, a heart…

all connected intimately with yours.... Ginevra.

A story in which Ginny has the diary during GOF events.

by ObsidianPen

Mature

Here

[mesmerizingserene]

For the fan fiction “Liar” by Maria Ponizovska.

Ginny reads something from the Dark Arts, creates her copy and goes to the Samhain ball.

[greenhousethree]

Gin and Nev... A friendship forged in fire

Wow thank you so much, I appreciate it! And I love this question! Apologies for the late response… I’ll get better at these 🫠

But oh boy, life at Hogwarts during book 7… I love it; it’s such a rich, chewy era for resilience, relationships, and coming-of-age. And I’ve really enjoyed creating snapshots of different characters’ perspectives (I have a couple more in the works for that series); they’ve really helped shape my ideas for arcs after the war. 

Neville and Ginny, though!! Two of my absolute favorite characters. The books don’t give us much to go on, but my headcanon has always taken the potential for their friendship and run a bit wild. I think these months at Hogwarts would have solidified it: running the D.A., caring for younger students, and pissing off the Carrows. 

(This turned into a full-on ramble, so here we go…)

I don’t think Neville and Ginny were particularly close before this year. Friends, for sure, but I think Ginny would have seen him primarily as her brother’s dorm-mate, even after the Yule Ball. She had her own friends (and boyfriend) to occupy her during D.A. meetings in OoTP, and we’re told that that Neville and Luna were the ones who bonded after the Department of Mysteries. 

Throughout Deathly Hallows, though, Neville’s no longer a peripheral friend of Ginny’s, but a comrade on a battlefield that’s been otherwise abandoned. Two Gryffindors, both with more skin in the game than most, both with nothing to lose by fighting. I think that pressure would give them both a harder edge than their peers; even Luna, who joins to form that melt-your-heart trio of misfits, has to worry about her father’s safety as a consequence of her actions. But Neville’s parents were Aurors and Ginny’s family make up most of the Order— they both come from fighters. 

Like Harry and Hermione (another gorgeous friendship that reduces me to a puddle), I think Ginny and Neville’s relationship is a thing with legs of its own, independent from the trio’s dynamic. Their characters balance one another beautifully, based on everything we’re given in the text. I put a glimpse of this into “Defiance,” which takes place in October of that year. And as the months passed, they would have only grown closer, trusted each other more, and developed sharper instincts for one another out of survival.

There’s an incredible amount of grit behind the strength we do get to see from Ginny in canon. Girl has seen a lot by this year, and I think she’d be the one to spearhead the revolution within the walls. But, and this is more of my HC here, she’s headstrong and impulsive... like an unbroken filly, I think she’d need someone else to take aim after the abandonment by Harry and her family makes her desperate and reckless. In a war of strategic mayhem, I see Neville acting the playmaker to Ginny’s agent of chaos, directing her desire for resistance into action. I’ve never had a doubt that she’s the one to hatch the idea of stealing the sword, but he’s the one pulling out the drawing board immediately after “Defiance.” He’d feel the most guilt after the fallout of their plans, too, surrounding the events of “Surrender.”

And, as the Carrows continue to do their damnedest to break her, I think Ginny gradually relies on Neville more to be the ballast of their ship. It’s a role that I think Harry will take over a bit, eventually: encouraging her to harness her fire as she picks up the pieces of her Hogwarts years.

And Neville! If ever there was a better fictional character to steal my heart. By the end of book 7, we see a completely transformed version of the nervous little sweetie who’d lost his toad on the train. I don’t remember where the idea came from to have him growing herbal remedies and passing them off as homework, but I sort of fell in love with it. This boy’s using Mandrakes as weapons up until the very end; surely he spent the entire term risking his behind to visit the greenhouses and follow his passion (and without a handy invisibility cloak, too… take that, Potter).

Neville’s always looked up to Harry, drawing inspiration from seeing him speak up against Umbridge and Snape. We get glimpses of his burgeoning voice in OoTP and HBP, fighting alongside Harry in the Department of Mysteries and defending Hogwarts after Dumbledore’s death. But we don’t see Fully Evolved Neville— D.A. leader, confident battle strategist, “I’ll join you when hell freezes over” Neville— until he’s spent more time with Ginny (DH, ch. 36). I’m sure her sharp tongue and rogue fearlessness have rubbed off on him by the time she’s whisked off to Muriel’s, and it’s something he carries with him (along with Luna’s desire for justice) in that final month facing the Carrows without them.

After the war, I have no doubt that Neville and Ginny remain close. Similarly to her dynamic with Harry, there’s an opposites-attract element to their relationship: with her encouraging spontaneity and exploration and him bringing more grounded levels of insight and empathy. I think the trio with Luna remains intact, but, like the Golden three, morphs a bit into three individual friendships with their own strengths to offer. Ginny’s seen enough of Harry’s struggles to help Neville navigate his new war heroism in a world where he’ll become more popular than he ever imagined (she definitely becomes the world’s best wingwoman at many a pub). The three of them all lose a great deal, too— particularly Ginny, with the death of her brother. I won’t go into detail because I have a lot drafted up for these two… but I think her relationship with Neville, welded and galvanized by a year of growth and suffering and hope, will be instrumental to her journey of regaining her voice. 

Lots of words, lots of thoughts, but I hope that addressed the question! Thanks again for reaching out, it means a lot! 🌱

[manderleyfire]

I suppose the real reason Ginny Weasley’s like this is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger.

happy valentine’s day, doc

[queen-fiery]

Poppy is a symbol of fertility, oblivion, idleness. Mythopoetic image is a sign of sleep and death, night, and blooming - unprecedented beauty, also a symbol of unfading youth and feminine charm. Dedicated to all lunar and night deities.

Symbol of Tom and Ginny for me.

Illustration for my fic "Bouquet of Poppies".

[july-sunset]

This is a new format for me, but I'm going to give it a try)) I decided to make a little picture inspired by a new gin'n'tonic fanfic I read last night. It's called "Dark Echoes": Ginny Weasley, a cold, hardworking but passionate auror goes head to head with a seemingly charming employee of Borgin and Burkes who is in fact a cold serial killer and dark wizard. The only thing they share is their common complexity.

(I doubt aurors wear knight armor because it's not functional for wizards, but I couldn't find a picture with the right attire))) so let's pretend that some aurors wear armor) So. This is a brand new fanfic, and it's great that the authors are continuing to make ✨magic✨ with these wonderful characters. I'm glad I read it💖and if you, seeing this post, decide to read it as well, I wish you a good time)

[whinlatter]

Can we get a possibly chapter 7 sneak peak for our girl’s birthday today? pretty please🥺

I'm desperately trying to get you a whole chapter (!) for Ginny's birthday, but for now I will give you a sneak peek (because you only turn forty-two once):

Or you could sneak out. Did I tell you I'm getting Sirius’ old motorbike off your dad? Going to try and fix it up somehow. Could fly it up to Scotland. It’s only a few hundred miles, how hard could it be.  Okay, she says, I’ll sneak out and you can drive us off into the sunset on the motorbike. It would really add to the whole bad girl image I’m cultivating. I’d want to wear leather like the Muggles do, though, for maximum effect.   I’m in, he writes back. Reckon you’d look good in leather.   Wow. She's grinning to herself at the back of Charms. I’ll wear leather if you will. And then I’ll fight off all the biker girls who’ll inevitably throw themselves at you when they see you leather-clad and windswept. Where are we sneaking in this scenario?   I don’t know where we’re sneaking, he writes. Anywhere. Maybe somewhere we can stay overnight so I can take those leathers off you.   Harry Potter, propositioning me by owl, she writes, later, when she's supposed to be making notes in Transfiguration. Someone alert the Daily Prophet.   Er, please don’t alert the Daily Prophet. You know, their bloody reporters keep littering in the square and annoying all our rich Muggle neighbours. Someone from Islington Council had to put up a sign threatening to fine litterers in the area. Why would you need to litter when you can literally vanish your rubbish?   You’re so sexy when you’re civic minded.  ‘You are on academic probation,’ hisses Hermione. ‘Will you stop writing to Harry and actually do some of your work for a change?’ Hermione says I have to stop writing to you and actually do some of my work for a change.  Tell Hermione to mind her own business, he writes back. You won’t need NEWTs when we start our biker gang.  Something tells me Hermione won’t be convinced by that.  Well, then Hermione can’t be in our biker gang. 

[ewa-jednak-chce-spac]